by Antoinette Prescott

Safe

i get night terrors, too,
and your breathing down my neck.
over the silhouettes, night-light and all;
you are a brazen book.
i most often
experience the evening deprived of feelings
longed for by most people like us,
and sometimes the inconvenience shows
in the morning: in the rustle of hair,
in the chaotic tangle of thoughts and
footsteps accentuated by full-stops.

how dramatic the way i caress your spine,
how soft and sweet the sound of turning pages;
the friction between paper rubbing on paper
tickles my ear.

sometimes i get nightmares, too,
but when i read you i know that i am safe,
because i know that someone understands.

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I cannot remember when I started, but for years I made it a point to write at least a single poem every day. Needless to say, I'm still writing poetry, and it is a testament to all the marvelous, terrible, wonderful, horrific things that the world has in store for any one person's lifetime - and more.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing them.

It's like learning a new tongue;
like befriending
an unfamiliar book,
and finding love expressed
in a million different languages
that I cannot understand
nor explain.

- Antoinette Prescott, 2016

*Images posted with the poems are in the public domain (not mine) unless otherwise stated.